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How fast does the river flow Michael?
How deep and wide did you say?
The wagon need to cross this river
And cross it not tomorrow but today
The summer will soon turn to autumn
And the axes are sharpened and honed
And mama is needing somewhere to rest
And that somewhere is mama’s new home
So cross the river with care son
And tell us rather come or stay
Remember to hold to that saddle
Or that river will wash you far away
Then when we’re across that river
Find some wood so a fire we will start
For mama is still carrying that baby
That she holds so dear to her heart
I know you once where the youngest
And had all that love shown your way
But now that she’ll soon have another
You may as well forget it, hear what I say?
There, bring us that old felled tree son
And we’ll start a fire to cook our meal
And after we’ve eaten our share son
We’ll grease and tighten the wagon wheels
For Montana is not all that far now
A week, maybe half again you know
So make sure there’s wind in your lungs son
As you holler and let us know where to go
There, I see the grand Tetons
Majestic and calling out our name
Ride hard in the saddle toward them
I hear there’s sweet water and game
That was years ago dear reader
That we crossed that great divide back then
With rain ripping out it’s frenzy 
In the bitter battering wind
But will power won this rat race
And home sweet home we finally built
Then hunted the mountainous regions
For bear or whatever for quilts
A ride of more than a day and a half
Just to get bigger game if we need
But as for now we sit and rest a while
Then plant early in the ground some seed
No need to ride hard in the wind now
Home sweet home, yep keeps us warm
And two Hawken’s with bullets abounding
Keeps this family safe from harm

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